I am what they call a basketball junkie. Former player. Wannabe broadcaster. Retired Coach. Fan and parent. Yes. I have been associated for all of my life. I have seen my fair share of games this basketball season. I have made an effort to see every local high school squad at least once. Several college
I joined the many fans who were in the MAGIC DOME a few weeks back. I only was there to pay tribute to several of my friends. Williamsport Area High School honored both their 1984 and 1999 PIAA AAAA State Championship teams. They ALL received some love during halftime of the Millionaire’s game with Loyalsock.
Punxsutawney Phil was a no show. I guess that means it will be an early spring. Sign me up. The weather has been quite unpredictable. We haven’t experienced much cold. I was hoping to get out for some ice fishing, but the conditions drastically changed. I had to bail on my Amish friends. They didn’t
I received a notification. Williamsport Area is on a two-hour delay. I knocked on Jensen’s door. He was already stirring. It was 6:00 a.m. I gave him the news, and he went back to bed. There was a new update a few minutes later. Williamsport Area is now REMOTE. We were in a sudden panic.
Do you miss coaching? This is a question that I often entertain. Whether I am at work or Wegmans, the answer is very clear. No. But there are certain aspects that I will always crave. Not being able to interact with my guys remains a major void. Building relationships with my players was what it
I gave up on one of my New Year’s Resolutions. I always have great intentions. Perhaps next year I will find a gym. But until then, I am OK with not being trimmed. No worries, kids. There are many joys when it comes to parenthood, and I consider myself very fortunate to have a son.
